Slam my green mini-truck, scrapes on the speed bumps
Swirls on the seats, now it shakes when it thumps
now I’m ill like breast lumps, looking for a jump
Yeah ain’t got much, but I know how to hook it up
Double wide on dubs, Fresh out of love
and I really don’t work like over the counter drugs
Just ride all day, and I’ll probably hit the strip clubs
I say the same thing I said yesterday, Some say I’m Trailer
Put a brod in my way, i’ll rail her
I was born in Alabama not Michigan, So put 2 and 2 together cuz I won’t say it again
Trick out the living room, up root the floors,
put sod fresh side down, blow out the doors, touch me some whores
divorce, heading to the Panama City shores